Mist

July August
Waken you up
To the whiteness all around
Which in purity abounds
At a stretch
Few yards
Eyes can travel
Beyond those yards
One himself has to travel
Arousing curiosity
Beyond those yards
A change for the eyes
Those with no desires
Try to disembowel the fog
To look beyond the mist
The mist of their lives
And to their pleasant surprise
Freshness greenery and water find.